Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
#AmericanWriters #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
